Most of this is factual. The betrayal happened. I've filled in some of the blanks, though, based on what I knew about her.
"Our first anniversary is next week," she said. "Want to throw a little party for a few friends?"
Our apartment was small. It shared space with 3 other apartments in a large old home: two on the main floor, two identical places on the second floor. A central staircase split the four. A nice little old lady lived next door. We rarely saw or heard from her. A man lived upstairs over our place. A couple lived across the hall from him,
"Sounds good. Josh upstairs, the Galligans, the usual people from school?"
The Galligans were another married couple that were my wife's oldest friends. We had about a dozen friends from school that we hung out with, usually doing the occasional bar crawl.
"I'll call them. We'll schedule it for Friday night?"
"Gotta work at 8 Saturday but I'll still party hard and struggle off to work in the morning."
We put on a nice spread - some booze, sandwiches, snacks - a struggle since we were both in college and had to double count every penny. Fifteen people showed up. The apartment was packed. The woman who lived across the hall was out of town, the couple upstairs were in places unknown, Josh joined us.
Music played, people laughed and drank and by midnight most of us were mostly drunk and a few started to leave. With my early morning call, I said my goodnights and tip-toed off to bed. I left the goodbyes to my wife. I had noticed Josh was playing close attention to her most of the evening. He had danced a little too closely to her but she seemed to politely manage the situation.
The Attitude Changes
Josh was the last to leave. No problem. Although he was seriously buzzed, his trip home was just up the stairs, no driving necessary. Lily walked him to the door and thanked him for joining the party. He opened the door, hesitated just a second and pulled her into the hallway. She had over imbibed, too, so she didn't immediately figure out his intent.
Josh was a hound for women but only if they were already taken. His buds knew to keep their girlfriends away from him. He had a special penchant for wives. He had worked his way through half a dozen, most married to co-workers. He had yet to notch a white wife, though, and the young newlywed downstairs made his mouth water.
She had that innocent sexiness about her, not fully cognizant of the effect she had on men. The way she walked grabbed attention, a hip swaying strut. She flirted, too, never expecting to be taken seriously, though, it was all in good, clean fun.
He had spent most of the evening grooming her. Flattery, touches here and there that couldn't be taken as sexual but had a familiarity to them that were gauged to break down her natural feminine defenses. He made a point to dance with her often, but not too often. He wanted her to feel his warmth, to get used to his body next to hers. He especially enjoyed the touch of her firm breasts against his chest. Several times during the evening, he had to rest the urge to slip his hand under her blouse.
She walked him to the door, being the proper hostess. He had his hand on her shoulder, steadying himself and her. They were both drunk. When she opens the door for him. he puled her into the hallway. He bent down, pulled her face toward his and covered her mouth with his. Shocked, she went limp for a few seconds before pulling away.
"No," she whispered. She was too shy to make big scene but she was alarmed by his action.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I really want you, come up stairs with me," he whispered, his breath tickling her ear. "You're just so damn sexy. Have you ever fucked a black man before?"
She put her hand on his chest and stopped back into the apartment. "You're drunk, you're way out of line." she gasped. She closed the door. Josh staggered back to his apartment. She stood inside, listening at the door to make sure he was climbing the steps. She was alarmed at what had just happened and just a little excited. Still shaken, she walked on trembling legs to the bedroom at the back of the apartment. Her husband was sleeping soundly. Quietly, she slipped out of her clothes and stood in the middle of the room for a moment. She could hear Josh's footsteps. She glanced up at the ceiling and a mental image flashed across her mind - Josh standing next to his bed, just as naked as she was.
Horrified that she had allowed that to even enter her mind, she quickly donned a nightgown and slipped into bed. Her husband rolled over. She wanted to wake him and make love to celebrate their anniversary. He was softly snoring, though, so she fell asleep.
When Lilly woke up splayed across the bed. She had thrown off the blankets during the night and the gown had risen above her hips, leaving her exposed. Her hand was resting on her pubic hair, two fingers resting lightly at the top of her slit. She was moist. She struggled to remember the dream that had left her so aroused. Her husband had already left for work. She groaned. "I need coffee" she thought to herself.
She got up and went into the kitchen. She started brewing a cup and thought about last night. Josh had frightened her with his aggressive actions. Thinking about it caused he heart to race. She sipped her coffee and headed toward the bathroom. She needed a shower and breakfast.
She stepped out of her granny gown as her husband called it, a long flannel nightshirt that was warm and comfortable. Naked, she stepped into the shower. Hot water cascaded over her body, washing away her erotic thoughts for a moment. She was startled to realize how vigorously she was washing between her legs. It was almost masturbatory. She stopped immediately, embarrassed at what she had started to do. She toweled off and walked down the hallway to the bedroom. Naked. Thoughts of Josh, naked and menacing and staring at her, flashed through her head.
Confused at her erotic thoughts, she sat down on the bed. She had never walked around the apartment naked, even in front of her husband. After a few moments, she walked over to the dresser and pulled out a peignoir, an extremely sexy, see-through robe that was a wedding present one year ago. She put it on and stood in front of the mirror. The dark of her nipples shown through. Their hardness was obvious. Although she had always been that cute little thing that boys had admired, no one had ever made such a rude and outrageous pass at her. Although she should have been angry, she found it oddly exciting. It was the first time she realized she was a desirable, sexy woman. She liked the sensation.
She sat down on the bed, again, trying to ignore her increasingly erotic thoughts. She caught her breath, stood up and walked out of the apartment. The short trip, passing through the kitchen and the living room, opening the front door and entering the hallway never entered her consciousness. It was almost as if she was sleepwalking. By the time she realized what she was doing and where she was going, she was staring at the steps that would lead her to what her body was telling her she must do. Her better sense was urging her to turn around and go back inside. She ignored her better sense.
She slowly climbed the stairs and stood in front of Josh's apartment door for a few seconds. Hesitantly she knocked. No answer.
Almost relieved, she turned and started to go back downstairs. She heard the door behind her unlock. She turned to face him.
The door opened. Josh stood there, wearing nothing but boxer shorts. "i...I...I just came up for breakfast," she said. He eyed her barely concealed body, his eyes drifting from her face, to the hardness of her nipples, to the slight darkness between her legs. He rested his gaze there, A small little smile crossed his face, he licked his lips and retraced his visual trip upwards until he was staring directly into her eyes. He reached down and readjusted himself. He was incredibly hard and it showed.
